~ Hester ~ {Wanderer}

History

Who Are You? Who am I? Who Am I?? Why would you want to know my name? Fine, if you're so persistent. My names Hester. No, You don't need to know my second. Who says I have a second name? No one. What? You want to know my past? No- I am not going to tell you. Who do you think you ar- ...right. Fine, I'll tell you. I'm 17 years old and I have no parents. And they are dead. D. E. A. D. Dead. I mean, they didn't abandon or anything. From what I can remember before the 'accident', they loved me more than anything in the whole entire world. They would do anything to protect me- sometimes they fed me and let themselves starve instead. We didn't live in total poverty- I lived in District 7 for the majority of my childhood. From what I remember of my early childhood- is that we lived in a sweet little cottage house just on the outskirts of the woods. I remember being self educated by my mother while father went to work as a wood cutter. I spent my weekends playing in the woods, until I was 9.

I didn't know much about my parents past, but from what I was told was that my mother was originally from District 2, but had moved to District 7 after she met my father when he had traveled to District 2 in order to sort out some issues with stock that had been sent there. They had fallen in love and married but my mother had been with a man before that. All that I know is that he was angry and once he found out where we lived- he came for us. I was 9, when I heard arguing upstairs. Curious, I climbed the stairs to the attic and opened the trap door. The man and my mother were arguing, while my father lay dead on the floor. A couple of moments later, the stranger stabbed my mother killing her instantly. I had to cover my mouth to stop me screaming- but that didn't stop the stranger seeing me. He must've panicked and slashed the sword at my face. The next thing I remember is feeling very dazed and being at the bottom of the stairs.

I got to my feet and stumbled from the house, clutching at my bloody face. I went into the woods and kept going, not looking back at the house which soon- was in flames. I was afraid of the man but I knew he wasn't following. He thought I was dead. Soon, I collapsed somewhere deep in the woods- passing out from the blood loss. I woke again being tended by a Doctor. I wasn't in the District anymore- I was in a tent. I then realized that I must've been found by wanderers. The man cared for me, telling me that my face had been liturally cut in half. I didn't cry. That's just stupid. I traveled with the man for many years- he was very kind. I didn't like him. He kept on getting our stuff stolen when he just gave up when we were ambushed. One day, more of our things got stolen and lost it. I grabbed the theif's sword and stabbed him and his accomplice. They both dropped dead. I didn't feel ashamed of killing them. It just had to be done.

I left the old man that day- I didn't look back. I travelled alone...I repeat- ALONE- between the Districts. I sold plants and herbs at various blackmarkets around the place, keeping my face hidden behind a scarf I got from an old woman on my trails. Slowly, I bought the essentiasl managing to survive in the wild. I haven't returned to the District I came from, I don't plan to. I am quite happy just travelling alone, through Panem. So, there you go. You got what you wanted- You know Everything I know About Me. What? You want more? Like, did I have a pet? Well Is that REALLY important? No, it ISN'T. So, get lost and Stop Nosing In My Business- Alright? So go on scram! Don't let me see your sorry face here again, GO. Don't push me.

Personality

You AGAIN?! What did I tell you? You, want to know more? About My Personality You Say? Well, If you haven't noticed- I am very short tempered. I never used to be, nah I used to be all sweet and kind until you know- I saw my parents get murdered! I guess, my brain thinks its acceptable to lose my temper alot because that man lost his temper; some sort of like, physcologigal effect. Do I look like I know why? I'm just saying. I'm no Doctor- nor are you, clearly. I never feel bad when I shout at people. I don't give a damn if they cry- not even if they're little kids. I guess it's one of the reasons I am not liked by many people.

Some people may say I have a killer personality. Quite litrally. I kill people- yes. I don't get some sort of thrill from it, nothing like that. Its just I don't mind the killing. It seems almost natural to me- which is weird because I never used to be like this. I kill everyday- not people. Mainly rabbits or small mammals. Its for eating you know- people find it kinda sick that I kill alot. I guess thats why people are scared of me because I kill. It's not like I'd kill someone if they didn't give me a good reason too.

I'm not always mean. I can be nice. It's just I choose not to. I used to be a kind, friendly person 24/7- I had alot of friends back in District 7 but after the 'accident' I struggled to make friends. I have a few acquaintances but no one I really keep in touch with. Friendliness is the last aspect on my list at the moment but it can be handy when I need expensive supplies and I just don't have the money. And probably much to your surprise- I do smile.

Appearence

What? You want to know what I look like too? Can't you use something called eyes? Fine. Where shall I start? How about with something you clearly don't have. I have green eyes- bright round green ones. Storm green. They kind of clash with my bright orange hair. I get the eyes from my mother and I get my hair from my father. My face shape- an oval shape- and my pale skin come from my mother while my long broad nose and high arching cheek bones come from my father. The rest of me- my long piano player fingers, my long birdy legs, my toes- they all are a mix of both parents.

I wear, whatever I can get from the stores. Its usually over sized man clothes. No, I don't take much pride in my appearence if you can tell. I don't wear dresses or skirts- I wear shirts, tunics and trousers along with a good pair of walking boots. The only colourfull items of clothing I own is the bright red scarf that I wrap around my face in order to hide the hideous scar that runs from my forehead, down to my chin in a diagonal line. Its old now but the scar is quite deep and still red- it looks hideous and it looks as if some 4 year old has decided to slash red paint across a painting of a person. And that person, just so happens to be me.

Okay, is that enough? Good- Now SCRAM!

Codeword: Odair
FaceClaim- Jackie Emerson (i checked, she isn't on the first page of the cast list)
Graphic- made by Me